YOU CAN’T SEE THE REAL ME

John Cena has a problem-Dude can't dance. And for a rapper, that's BAD! So what happens when a hip-hop teahcer dances into his life? Read on and find out.

Sorry; working title. I might change it.

A/N: I’ve just recently got back into watching wrestling because of a dream I had about a certain wrestler-John Cena. I didn’t know it was him until I saw Velocity the next night. WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME HE WAS SO FING HOT? Anyhoo, this is my first fanfic about him so go easy on me, okay? This is for all the fellow Chain Gang crew who have written John Cena fan fics before me. I just hope I don’t let ya guys down.

Disclaimer: I don’t own a DAMN thing related to the WWE or anything else famous, which sucks, so don’t even think about suing. All I own are the main character and any other unfamiliar characters and places in this story. Also, if anyone has his new CD, can you tell me if it’s worth buying? I already heard Bad, Bad Man and My Time Is Now and they ROCK! Now, ON WITH THE STORY!

MY P.O.V.

Man! Here I am, 26 years old and WALKING to my job on a Monday morning. I mean, how sad is that? It ain’t that I don’t like my job; I do. I teach dance at the local studio to anyone who wants to learn. Like I said before, I LOVE my job and it pays very well, but my boss, that’s a whole ‘nother story. Okay, what else is new right? Everyone has something about their boss they can’t stand; I hate EVERYTHING about mine. He gets on my case like it’s going out of style, and since I need this job, I can’t say anything back at him. So how do I take out my frustration? I’ll let you know soon, but right now...it’s on with the daily grind-so to speak.

The young woman walks into the M.K. Banks Dance Studio (A/N: Made it up.) hoping against hope her boss was run over by a bus or attacked by vicious dogs. Her hopes were dashed to tiny bits when she heard the one voice over the intercom she never wanted to hear at all.

“GWEN! MY OFFICE NOW!” Screamed her boss at the top of his lungs.

“Oh, joy! I get to have a meeting with the Spawn of Satan. Yippee!” I grumble sarcastically to myself as I slowly walk to my boss’ office.

After five minutes of slow walking, Gwen reaches the solid oak door that leads to the office of the quote unquote ‘EVIL INCARNATE’ boss. She knocks on the door dreading what was about to be said next.

“Enter.” Spoke her boss from the opposite side of the door.

Gwen opens it slowly and walks inside, closing it behind her.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Hardmon?” I asked carefully.

“Yes. I wanted to ask you something.” He said as he was going through his desk drawer. “Do you watch wrestling?” He asked looking at me with scrutinizing eyes.

“A little. Why do you ask?” I asked him, not really knowing where he was going with this.

“Well, my brother sent me these tickets to something called Smackdown! and I despise wrestling. So, I was wondering if you would like them since you hardly take any time off.”

“Uh, sure. I’ll take them.” I told him. “Okay, who are you and what have you done with Mr. Hardmon?” I thought to myself since it wasn’t in his nature to be so...giving. Actually, I doubt the man knows what the word ‘nice’ means.

“The tickets are for this Friday at 7 p.m. That’s all I need you for; you can go now.”

“Yes, sir. And thanks.” I say to him with a smile that he didn’t deserve before leaving his office.

GWEN’S P.O.V.

I was SO glad to leave his office. To be truthful, I wasn’t that big a fan of wrestling; I only watch because I was related to one of their superstars. Ignoring all that, the fact remained that

there was NO WAY IN Hell I was gonna pass up a chance to get something from my boss for free that wasn’t used or already expired. I was walking to my classroom to finally begin the first of my classes-Hip Hop Basics; my advanced class wasn’t until that afternoon. What I love most about my job is teaching kids. Well, there’s that and the fact that I LOVE to dance. I like lots of music and listen to just about anything if I like it enough. What most people don’t know about me is that there is a deeper reason why I dance. I’ll look at these tickets later. Who knows, maybe something mind-blowing will happen to me come Friday.

After a long day of dance classes, Gwen walks out of the studio and back to her apartment which was the blocks away. She opens her door and drops her dance bag and jacket onto the floor in front of her before dragging her tired body to the couch and plopping down on it. She starts rummaging through her purse for the tickets Mr. Hardmon gave her this morning. “Gotcha!” She looks at them carefully and is floored. “Front row? Nice! And I know just the person to take with me.” She goes back into her packrat’s paradise called her purse for her cell phone and dials her best friend’s number.

DEE-LO’S P.O.V.

I was just kissing my man before he left my place when my cell rang. The ringtone was ‘Candy Shop’ by 50 Cent so I started shakin’ my groove thang before I realized that I needed to answer my damn phone before whoever called me hung up.

“House of Beauty, This is Cutie.” I answered in my usual way.

“Hey, Dee-Lo. Whassup?” I heard her ask. She and I have been best friends since first grade so I can always tell when something was going on with her.

“The sky, duh!” I thought to myself, trying to me smart. “I dunno, girl. You tell me.” I said back to her giggling.

“What would you say to going to Smackdown! this Friday?” She asked me, knowing what I’d say since I’m a Wrestling Freak!

“I’d say the day you got tickets to go would be the day I do the funky chicken in my bikini in front of that studio you work at.” I rebutted.

“You know you’d do that ANYWAY. But for real, I got two tickets for this Friday. And I was gonna ask you if you wanted the extra one, but since you act like you don’t wanna go, I’ll just call someone...” I heard her say.

“You finish that sentence and I’ll come over there and show you SMACKDOWN!” I yell in my head. “GIRL, DON’T PLAY! YOU KNOW how bad I wanna go!” I practically shouted.

“I know! So, you in or what?” She stupidly asked me.

“Try and stop me! I’ll be at your place Friday after you get off work...scratch that...I’ll pick you up after work. I’ll make signs and crap for the show. You just get your autograph book and camera ready.” I say to her, ready to scream.

“Deal. I’ll see ya black ass Friday!” She says to me as a joke.

“You got that right! Bye, girl!” I squeal before I hang up.

GWEN’S P.O.V.

I hang up with Dee-Lo and get ready to fix myself dinner. I dunno why, but I was in the mood for Italian so I made spaghetti and meatballs. After I ate, I took a shower and got ready for bed. I put on my favorite red pajama bottoms and a white tank top before I climbed into bed. Normally I’d say my prayers before I went to sleep, but it was the same prayer every night and I didn’t think it would ever be answered so I stopped. I slowly drifted off and before I fully gave into the sleep, I whispered...“I don’t want to go through life alone.”

-Friday-

It was Friday afternoon and true to her word, Dee-Lo arrived just in time to pick Gwen up from work.

“So, you ready for tonight? I know I am.” Dee-Lo stated in excitement.

“I guess. I mean you know I’m not too hot about wrestling, but it would be a chance to get out of the house. I was going online looking up everything about the WWE that I could find.” Gwen told her best friend.

“Taking the academic approach as usual. Huh, Braniac?” Dee-Lo joked.

“Ha ha ha! That’s cute. No, I just wanted to know what the big deal was. I gotta admit, there are some FINE ass guys in there!” Gwen said, blushing about 5 shades or red.

“Oh ho ho. So you found something about wrestling you like.” Dee-Lo teased. “So, spill. Who caught your eye?”

“You’re gonna laugh.” Gwen said.

“I promise I won’t. Cone on, tell me.” Dee-Lo pleaded.

“Fine. John Cena.” Gwen said as she closed her eyes tightly.

“So you got a thang for the Dr. Of Thuganomics, huh? Good choice. I’d LOVE to be in that hottie’s Chain Gang.”

“You’d try to get wit’ ANY of them!” Gwen said plainly as she smiled.

“What? It’s not like you don’t have eyes for someone. Say, someone 6'1", around 240 lbs, blue eyes and just happens to like hip-hop?” Dee-Lo said describing John Cena.

“Yeah, well, I’ve had eyes for plenty of guys. They just never look back.” Gwen said with a hint of sadness in her voice.

“Aw, Don’t say that.” Dee-Lo told Gwen to reassure her. “There are lots of guys who like you.”

“Name one!” Gwen said back looking at her friend.

“Well...well there’s...uh...there’s...” Dee-Lo stammered.

“My point exactly. I’m fine with it, really.” Gwen said looking away from her friend. “I’ve completely accepted the fact that I’ll never find anyone. Life sucks then you die, right?” She thought to herself.

“Gwen, I know you’ve heard this a million times before, but I’m gonna make it a million and one. There’s someone out there for everyone.” Dee-Lo stated.

“Everyone except me.” Gwen thought. “That’s easy for you to say, Dee-Lo. You have a man. I’ll believe it when I see it.” Gwen said as she frowned. “Let’s not talk about hooking up anymore, okay? I just wanna enjoy tonight.”

“Okay. ON TO THE BEEF FEST!” Dee-Lo screamed out of her window as she drove to the arena.

“Dee-Lo, you too much, girl!” Gwen laughed at her friend.

GWEN’S P.O.V.

We arrived at the arena very early and showed our tickets to the usher. After he escorted us in, Dee-Lo ran straight to the concession stands and went into shopping overdrive buying up merchandise of all her favorite superstars. I asked her to get me a John Cena T-shirt and poster because I decided to use the restroom before I went to my seat. After taking care of business, I guess I let my mind wander because when I looked up, I had gotten myself lost.

“It’s a good thing the show doesn’t start for another 45 minutes; because I have a feeling I’m never getting out of here. I KNEW I should have brought a compass or some crap like that.” I said to nobody in particular as I fished for my cell. “Oh, crap! The ONE time I forget my cell phone. This is just perfect! What else can go wrong?” I ask myself as I wander through the halls looking for ANYONE who can help me out.

-SmackDown! Locker Room-

It was forty-five minutes until the start of the show and in the locker room, a few of the Smackdown! superstars were getting ready when Big Show entered. John Cena looked up and was the first to greet him.

“Whaddup, Show? Where ya been?” John asked his seven-foot buddy shaking his hand.

“I was checking out the girls as they were coming in.” He said with a grin on his face.

“Any hotties tonight?” Rob Van Dam asked.

“Why, man? Lookin’ to end your 6-month dry spell?” Show asked, laughing his fool head off before ducking a balled-up towel Rob threw at him. “Anyway, yeah. This place is gonna be full of them. Maybe you guys’ll get lucky. Maybe even you, John.”

John, who was lacing up his pump sneakers, looked up when he heard his name.

“Whadya mean, ‘maybe even me?’” John asked a little annoyed.

“Well, it’s been over a month since you dumped Dawn for cheating on you, ese. I told you that chica was no good.” Eddie said from the corner.

“Ya think?” John retorted. “Sorry, man. Didn’t mean to snap like that, dawg.”

“De nada, man.” Eddie said back.

“Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. Teddy wants to see you, Eddie and me before the taping starts. Something about some last-minute changes. John, he said you were still good to go.” Show explained.

“Aight. See y’all later. Hey, we still on for clubbin’ tonight, right?” John asked the guys.

“You know it! As far as I know, we’re all going.”

“Well, we’re not taking my ride, homes. Last time, Charlie got so hammered, he lost his lunch all over my interior and I haven’t had a chance to get it Scotch-Garded yet.” Eddie complained. He flipped them off when they started laughing. “See ya, John. Good luck tonight.”

“Thanks, man. See ya.”

After everyone left, John had unwrapped a sandwich he had gotten from his bag and began eating it. As he was about to swallow his first bite, a noise startled him making him jerk his head to the sound. As he did, the bite of food got lodged in his windpipe; he clutched his throat and tried in vain to cough up what he was choking on. He started to panic; his life flashed before his eyes.

GWEN’S P.O.V.

I was wandering around the locker room area, still hopelessly lost. I saw three guys come out of the hallway and turn the corner; they were walking away from me and apparently they didn’t see me. I don’t know WHY I didn’t speak up and ask them to help me; I guess I lost what little sense I had left, who knows.

“Wait. Maybe there’s someone left back there that could tell me where the Hell I am.” I thought to myself.

Wherever those guys came from, I figured there had to be someone still there. I walked down the hall when I heard what sounded like someone crashing into a locker and gagging. Being nosy, I decided to follow the noise until I reached the men’s locker room. I peeked inside half-hoping I wouldn’t see anyone undressed. What I saw was someone kneeling down with their hand on their throat; he was choking. Men’s locker room or not, this guy needed help and I was the only soul around. I ran in, wrapped my arms around his waist and gave him the Heimlich Maneuver. After about five thrusts, the food flew out of his mouth and he coughed and gasped for air.

“Are you okay?” I asked concerned for him.

He just nodded since he hadn’t caught his breath yet. It wasn’t until he started to breathe okay that I noticed him dressed in baggy blue jean shorts, black wristbands, and pump sneakers.

“Now where have I seen this outfit before?” I thought to myself as he started to stand. “Stand? Okay, time to go.” I don’t know what came over me; I just bolted out of the room before he could thank me and ran to anyone who could take me to my seat.

JOHN’S P.O.V.

I finally stood up, ready to thank this person for saving my life, and she just ran out like a bat outta Hell. The only thing I caught was long, black hair and a crescent-moon shaped mark on the back of her right shoulder.

“She must be here for the show.” I said to myself wondering who she was. All I know is, before this night is over, I’m gonna thank her for saving me.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

Sorry I didn’t describe Gwen any further. I will in the next chapter. And if I get enough reviews, I might even let you know which Superstar she’s related to in the next chapter. So PLEASE REVIEW, this is my first Cena fic so tell me what you think. PEACE!